somewhere
there is someone
who dreams of your smile
& finds that in your prescence
life is worth while
so when you are lonely
remember that it is true
somewhere .. somebody
is thinking of you...
I find it kinda funny, and I find it kinda sad that the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.
There’s never a place for someone like me to feel totally happy.
Time won’t make things better.
I will never fade. You will always see me cry.
Nothing can stop me now, because I don’t care anymore.
Too weak to live, too strong to die.
I don’t necessarily want to be happy. I just want to stop feeling miserable.
I could die at any moment. The tragedy is that I don’t.
Right now I’m just sitting on the bridge, gazing at the water, scared to jump, but afraid, not to.
Crying is my way of laughing at you for hating me so much.
I’m freezing, I’m starving to death, I’m bleeding. Everything’s fine.
Take it from someone who’s fallen: it’s a l o n g way down.
Our lives begin to end the day we start becoming silent about the things that matter.
You know they don’t care when they don’t even bother to ask why you’re crying.
The only thing worse than being hated is being ignored. At least when they hate you, they treat you like you exist.
The physical pain takes away the emotional pain.
I’m so lonely I don’t even want to be with myself anymore.
All I want from you is for you to want me like you used to.
There comes a time when we have to stop loving someone. Not because that person started hating us, but because we found out they’d be happier if we let go.
What hurts the most about knowing he doesn’t love me is the fact that he spent so much time pretending he did.
I miss the innocence I once had, before reality raped me.
You didn’t just break my heart; you killed a part of it. A broken heart can be mended, but something dead can’t be healed.
You still hope all your dreams will come true? They won’t.
Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Just let me slit my wrist one last time.
Pain doesn’t hurt when it’s all you’ve ever felt.
If I slipped, would you watch helplessly, or would you help me up just to push me off the edge yourself?
I smiled and cried, giggled and died, held onto your picture and broke up inside.
You slowly close your eyes and think of all the reasons you’re still alive, but all you can possibly think of is how you’re just useless and meaningless. Then you realize its okay, because you’ve already died...
If I died in your arms, you would finally treat me right. You could treat me like I’m dead, like you always have.
You made me swear I’d stay…. So why are you walking away?
For once, instead of telling me the reasons I shouldn’t cry, actually pay attention to the reasons why I do.
Die young and save yourself.
Sometimes the people we love the most end up hurting us the most.
When life closes a door, it opens a window….So jump!!!
I would do anything to be your everything.
How do you explain to someone something you don’t understand yourself?
I can still remember when I was a little kid, when friends were friends forever, and what you said was what you did.
I’ve been B R O K E N before. I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh.
Cut your wrists like cheap coupons and tell them death was on sale today.~ Marilyn Manson
I don’t miss you… I miss the person I thought you were!
I want to be able to hold your hand when I’m hurting instead of having to hold someone else’s because you’re the one hurting me.
Sometimes in life you wish for something, then there comes a moment when you STOP wishing. Not because you got what you wanted, but because you finally accept that not all wishes come true.
No more crying, I can’t cry anymore. Don’t take my hand this time. Please go and don’t look back, because I know if you look, I’ll come running to you.
Deep in my heart I’m suffering, knowing that I’ve lost you. On the outside I’m living, pretending I’ve forgotten you.
People think I’m lying about being hurt because they see me laughing. Little do they know I laugh to keep from crying.
Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone that to cry all alone.
Nothing hurts more than realizing you’ve hurt the person who meant EVERYTHING to you.
It’s not really suicide if you’re already dead.
A man realized he wanted his love back, not wanting to get hurt. The girl said no. The man cried to God, “If it was meant to be, why did I lose her?” God replied, “My child, you didn’t lose her. You let her go.”
It’s funny how I don’t want to share someone who’s not even mine.
It’s not who you’ve known the longest. It’s who never left your side.
It’s amazing how, after all we’ve been through, the good times and the bad, how we can walk by each other and pretend it never happened. We give each other a polite little awkward smile and move on. We were once in love. What happened? I know I haven’t let go, but have you?
Never knock on Death’s door. Ring the doorbell and run. He hates that!!!
The more time I spend with you, the more I realize I’m doing the one thing I swore I’d never do: falling in love.
Ten years from now, I may not remember what we did those nights or what made us laugh, but I’ll always remember you were the one who was there.
I’m holding onto something that used to be, hoping it will come back, yet knowing it won’t.
Most relationships fail….not because if the absence of love. Love has always been there. It’s just that one loved too much and one loved too little.
Even though it looks like I’ve moved on, there will always be times when I wish the person holding me is you.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if we’d never met. Simpler? Definitely! Easier? Maybe. But then I realize it would also have been incomplete.
you make that first cut, remember--
You will find the blood and pain release addictive.
Even though you think you can make a few tiny cuts that aren't deep and will heal easily--
They will get deeper.
They will scar.
They will take sometimes months to heal.
And years for the scars to fade.
If you think you can limit the cutting to one area of your body think again.
It will spread when you run out of skin.
Be prepared to withdraw from others and live in a constant state of shame.
Even if you are the most honest person ever to live--
You will find yourself lying to the people you love.
You will jerk back from your friends when they touch you as if their hands were dipped in poison.
You will be terrified that they will feel something under the cloth of your shirt or because it just plain hurts so much to be touched.
Be prepared to get so out of control you fear your next cut because you don't know how bad it will be.
Just wait for 10 cuts to turn into 100.
Be prepared for your entire life to revolve around thinking about cutting--
Cutting and covering up cutting.
And just wait till that first time you cut "too deep."
And you freak out because the blood won't stop...
And you are gasping...
And you feel yourself shaking all over.
You are having a panic attack and you are terrified but you can`t tell anyone.
So you sit there alone...
Praying it will be okay--
Swearing you'll never let it go this far again...
But you will, and further....
Don't worry, you will learn how to take care of your cuts so that you can go deeper and deeper and avoid the ER.
And the better you get at treating your cuts,
The deeper they get.
You will lie to yourself and justify it when you find youself spending 20, 30, or 50 dollars every time you go the pharmacy.
You will feel the flutter of your heartbeat everytime you go to the counter to ring up your order.
Butterfly strips--
3 or 4 different kinds of dressings...
Betadine...
Antibiotic cream...
Medical tape...
Scar reducers...
You will tap your foot impatiently hoping the line will just move and noone will stare at you or wonder why you need all these things.
And at the same time secretly hope someone will notice--
Someone who is standing in line with an armful of the same supplies.
Someone who understands--
But of course that never happens.
Medical supplies won't be the only thing you spend all your money on.
Be prepared to buy a new wardrobe--
Longsleeve shirts in summer colors, bracelets, wristbands, boots...
The list goes on and on.
You will start looking at everyone in a different way.
Scanning their bodies for any signs of SI.
Just hoping that you might meet someone like you so you don't feel so terribly alone.
You wont even think about it,
As your eyes scan their wrists arms.
Hoping, just hoping they will be like you.
But they are not.
You will see their clean arms and feel terribly ashamed and alone.
You will start doing a lot of things alone.
You will always have to wash your laundry in private so no one sees the blood stains on your clothes and towels.
You will always be cleaning up the blood.
Scrubbing your bathroom floor.
Wiping the blood off your keyboard.
You won't be able to make it through a day without cutting.
Next thing you know you are in a public bathroom somewhere breaking open a scab with a sewing needle that you keep in your wallet for emergencies.
When you get really desperate,
Anything will be a cutting tool...
Scissors...a car key...a needle...a paperclip...even a pen.
Doesn't matter what it is if you need to cut bad enough you will find something.
Say goodbye to things you took for granted.
Like wearing shorts or sandals...pedicures...sleeveless tops.
A normal summer day at the beach or in a swimming pool will become a far off memory for you.
Get ready to itch.
Because you will itch and itch.
So much you will look like you have fleas or a skin disease.
You will become an expert on your body as you destroy it carefully.
You will dream about cutting.
You will dream about being exposed.
It will haunt you day and night and take over your life.
You will wish you never made that first cut because while you absolutely hate cutting--
At the same time you love it and can not live without it...
Laugh your heart out,
Dance in the rain,
Cherish the memories,
ignore the pain.
L0VE&LEARN
forget and forgive
because remember you only have
[ o n e l i f e t o l i v e]|
Sometimes the hardest things to let go of,
are the things we never really had.
Everybody wants happiness
Nobody wants pain --
but you can't have a rainbow
without a little rain
Friends are like chapters in a book
without even one of the chapters
nothing makes sense
I'm not afraid of happy endings...
I'm just afraid my life won't work that way.
The truest strength is being able to hold it all together
when everyone is expecting you to fall apart
"In a world of pollution, profanity, adolescence, zits, abuse, broccoli, racism, ozone depletion, sexism, stupid guys and PMS, why the hell do people still tell me to have a nice day?"
some people are easy to get over.
they only take a day or two.
but sooner or later you`ll find one
who has changed everything about you,
& no matter how hard you try....
you can't find the words to say goodbye.
he gets her out of bed in the morning,
drags her to school, pulls her through classes,
brightens up her day, & doesn't even know he does it
it takes a strong heart to love;
but it take an even stronger heart
to love after it’s been hurt
And she hates how
she stays up half the night,
analyzing his every word
trying to find out if he's fallen for her
as hard as she's fallen for him
Sometimes you sit and wonder
What would I be without my friends?
-- Probably normal.
I just want a different ending
to the same old story.
He’s the closest thing to perfection,
but the farthest thing from me.
It’s the waiting that’s hard. And not knowing
whether you’re waiting for anything at all...
I know I'm the last thing you ever wanted
but maybe I'm just what you need...
I can’t stop thinking about him and the
truth is, I don’t want to stop thinking about
him because when I do, I’m actually happy.
And it's just like me to overanalyze your every word.
…Thinking that maybe for a second, it meant something.
It’s do or die, laugh or cry, give up or try…you just gotta let me know.
And sometimes…what seems like the best choice really isn’t…
If you’re waiting for me at the bottom;
I’m not afraid of the fall.
This could be the end of something.
This could be the start of something new.
And I can't be here forever holding your hand like I used to.
I hate how when someone mentions love
you are the first name to come to mind.
